Yansim Delinquents Novels & Stories

One of the delinquents who was a provocateur immediately shouted provoking all his friends to act to attack Haekyo. “Guys, this idiot boy has already dared to go against us. Let's just beat up this damn idiot!" Not long ago, Lee Haekyo had become the butt of all the bad boys. They all beat Haekyo so mercilessly that the poor man could only curl up on the ground shaking and clutching the only thing he treasured, a packet of flour. The hustle and bustle of the pedestrians who had been passing by Haekyo didn't seem to have any effect on the poor man. They all seemed to have blinded their eyesight and deafened their hearing for a moment trying to care for Haekyo. It seems that the young delinque

I asked, hoping that he would answer me with absolute honesty. “I am not haunting you.” He began. “I died there and my name is Jem Alan.” He appeared lightly next to me so that none of his appearance showed to anyone else but me. “So it's your place that I'm haunting. You on the other hand are just an addition to the fun.” “It’s not fun making someone else miserable the way you do.” I mumbled. “Of all people, me.” “Why would you say that?” Jem asked. “Because you're special?”

And they have already begun to censor the surroundings. Zach went first and pretended to have someone to talk to inside, only now there was a guard at the entrance of the Battle Underground. "I just have someone to talk to inside," Zach said calmly to the four guards, gangsters as well. The two looked at him with a doubtful look. "Who are you going to talk to, Dos?" Zach's name is Dos in Gangsters World. "I'll just talk to Uno," The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas.

From Chloe's initial boundary violations and harassing messages, to her bringing her three brothers into my car to sabotage my business deal, to the kidnapping, the beating after they discovered I had called the police, and their attempt to force me into a relationship with her. Officer Daniels recorded everything carefully while reassuring me. "Mr. Cross, rest assured. We will handle this according to the law and will not tolerate any illegal behavior."

She began to walk away. But Delian wasn’t finished talking and his tone suddenly changed, “We won’t be succeeding the mafia any time soon. But I’m already involved with most of the Erinyes businesses. And my top priority, for now, is to find certain people within our mafia.” Rein tried hard not to gulp, “Certain people?” His stare was boring into her soul. “Traitors.” Oh, she’s fucked. So the cognac and chocolates were for her last meal. Delian went on, “People who are trading out of the mafia’s rules.”

On the road that Andy walks, he meets two kids named Sim and Son, they are two delinquents playing around here, a bunch of leopards, leopards, fathers, and mothers. Sim is me and Son is me, both of them are tall and the same size, relying on themselves being bigger than others, so they don't stand in the way of any of them. Andy didn't want to touch either of them, so he ignored the other two and didn't say anything. "Hey orphan, what's that parentless guy wearing on his head? It's ridiculous." - Sim mocks Andy. Andy wouldn't let anyone say that so he turned around to punch Sim's damn face, but his hand was too weak to scratch his itch. He was smiling but angry at the same time, so he shoved

"Who the hell are you guys? This is our patch. You need to leave now. Old men like you have no business here." The leader of the gang was Robert Sims. He was a street rat since he was small. He was an orphan as his parents had died when he was a baby. So he grew up on the streets and took it as his right to be the 'Billy Badass' in this area. He made his living off the people who had the bad fortune of running into him on the open streets.

"This is Rodolpho Simmons, a prized asset from the Kent Syndicate. He is completely marked for our pleasure. Look at how beautifully his muscular frame trembles under my touch. Wouldn't you love to watch me rip him apart tonight? I know I am going to devour him." The three of them consume expensive liquor for hours, discussing international weapons smuggling and the ongoing war with the Luthor Crime Empire, while Sam Lane's dark eyes track every shift of Rodolpho's body. Lana's hand moves higher, her fingers sliding past the waistband of his trousers to stroke the thick, pulsing length of his cock until Rodolpho is leaking pre-cum all over his silk briefs.